Jiangnan City, morning.

Ye Bufan stood by the roadside, his expression complicated as he watched the endless stream of cars.

"Get me the money, or I guarantee your mother won't live to see today."

"You still have the face to ask for a loan? You haven't even paid back the money you borrowed from our family last time..."

"No money! No money! What does your mother's life or death have to do with me?"

Ye Bufan's mother is hospitalized and urgently needs 50,000 yuan for surgery. However, he has tried every means possible but can't raise a single penny, which makes him anxious.

"It seems like the only way to get the money for my mother is to sell porcelain, even though it goes against my conscience. But there's no other way, I'll pay everyone back as soon as I have the money."

After making up his mind, he looked back at the road. 50,000 yuan wasn't a small sum, so he needed to find a good car.

At this time, a red Maserati drove over. Its speed didn't seem very fast.

That's it!

Ye Bufan quickly took two steps forward and suddenly rushed to the front of the Maserati.

He had seen several cases of porcelain scams online, knowing the modus operandi. Seeing himself suddenly appear in a driver's rearview mirror would surely cause them to slam on the brakes. Once the car stopped, they would immediately crawl under the wheels and demand money.

I never expected this Maserati's reaction to be so different from what I imagined, it just didn't play by the rules.

The one driving was a very pretty child. Seeing someone suddenly appear in front of the car, he was immediately scared and shrieked. Not only did he not brake, but he also let go of the steering wheel with both hands and covered his eyes.

"Holy crap, what the heck is going on? You're not braking and you're covering your eyes, what gives? And what's with the gas pedal?"

Seeing Martha charge toward him like a wild horse, Ye Bufan knew it was too late to dodge.

With a deafening boom, he was sent flying like a broken kite, meters into the air. He felt every bone in his body crack, and a large mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"I can't find a driver..."

This was his last thought, and then he lost consciousness.

After the accident, countless people gathered to watch, but no one noticed that the blood he spat splattered onto an ancient jade pendant around his neck. In an instant, it was absorbed clean.

Ye Bufan was an orphan. When he was adopted by his mother, this pendant was the only clue she had, so he always wore it.

He mumbled and felt a warm sensation coming from his mouth, followed by a deafening explosion in his mind, "Junior disciple Ye Bufan, inherit the ancient medical school!"

Then a white-bearded old Taoist appeared in his mind's eye, "I am Ye Xiao Yao of the ancient medical sect. You have inherited my teachings. You must abide by the rules of the ancient medical sect, practice medicine to help the world, and heal people everywhere."

Then countless pieces of information poured into his brain, including martial arts techniques, medical knowledge, mystical arts, and various skills...

This information merged with his memories the instant he received it, becoming incredibly clear, as if it had always been a part of him.

Meanwhile, the ancient jade pendant in his hand grew increasingly hot, eventually transforming into a thick stream of energy that flowed inward.

After the flow of air, his bones rapidly strengthened, and the recent injuries were repaired one by one.

A wave of extreme comfort washed over Ye Bufan, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he regained consciousness and opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by white. He was in a hospital ward.

What just happened? Was it a dream?

He unconsciously licked his lips, the pendant in front of him was only a red rope left, the ancient jade had disappeared.

Although Mingming was hit very hard by Marsha, he doesn't feel any pain now. Instead, his condition is better than ever, with every fiber filled with power.

All the medical, esoteric, and martial arts techniques learned in his brain were clear as day. Every single one of them proved that it wasn't a dream, that he truly received the inheritance of the ancient medicine school.

"You're awake!"

A surprising voice sounded in his ear, followed by a stunning face appearing before him.

This person has long hair cascading down their shoulders, with cheeks so perfect that you can't find a single flaw. Paired with their alluring curves, it's truly breathtaking.

He was dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life, not even the celebrities on TV.

"I'm so sorry, my name is Qin Chuchu. I just got my driver's license yesterday and I didn't expect to hit you today!"

Only then did Ye Bufan realize that the child with a sheepish look on his face was actually the owner of Marsella.

He had no resentment towards the child; this was his own fault, he couldn't blame others.

Although my heart is still filled with excitement, I wouldn't have received the inheritance of Gu Yi Men if I hadn't met this driver.

Seeing that he remained silent, Qin Chuchu continued, "Don't worry, I will take responsibility if I hit someone. Just rest here well, and I will cover all your medical expenses until you are fully recovered and discharged from the hospital."

Seeing the child before him with no trace of arrogance from a wealthy family, Ye Bufan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He said, “Thank you, I’m fine.”

Yesterday, you scared the living daylights out of me! I couldn't believe how far you got knocked over.

Qin Chuchu patted her towering mouth and said, "It's strange to say, the doctor checked and said you were fine, just a concussion temporarily in a coma. This is simply a miracle, my car was sent for major repairs, but you're fine, it's unbelievable."

Hearing the two words "coma", Ye Bufan was taken aback and urgently asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

Qin Chuchu said, “It’s almost half a day. The doctor originally said you would wake up after 24 hours…”

"Half a day?"

Ye Bufan suddenly sat up. His mother was still critically ill in the hospital, and he couldn't afford to delay any longer here.

Now that he has inherited the ancient medical knowledge, no doctor in the world can surpass him. He can heal his mother's illness by himself without needing other doctors to help.

He suddenly grabbed Qin Chuchu's hand and asked urgently, "Where are we?"

Qin Chuchu was startled by his reaction and even forgot to withdraw her hand. She reflexively replied, "This is the Central Hospital."

His own mother was in Jiangnan Hospital, and it was still a distance from here. Ye Bufan jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and rushed out.

Qin Chuchu said from behind, "Hey, where are you going? The doctor told you to rest..."

"I'm fine, just discharge me directly."

Ye Bufan finished speaking and dashed out of the Central Hospital. He ran towards Jiangnan Hospital, stopping at a pharmacy along the way to buy a pack of silver needles, tucking them into his pocket.

In the ICU ward of Jiangnan Hospital, attending physician Xie Haitao glanced at Ou Lan's eyelids and then at the monitor by her bed. He said to nurse Zhang Xiaoman, "The person is confirmed dead. Let's proceed with the next steps."

"Understood, Doctor Xie."

Zhang Xiaoman responded with a sound, taking a white cloth strip and preparing to cover the deceased.

Xie Haitao glanced at Ou Ran lying on the bed, his eyes filled with coldness. There was not a shred of regret or guilt.

“If my family could come up with 50,000 yuan, I'd do it myself. There might still be hope for me to survive. It's a pity that I'm just a pauper, I can't even afford this little amount of money. Without money, I can only wait to die.”

Just then, Ye Bufan rushed in from outside, seeing Zhang Xiaoman's white cloth and said, "Stop! What are you doing?"

Chang Xiaoman jumped in fright and stopped her work, saying, "The patient is dead…"

"Nonsense, my mother isn't dead!"

Ye Bufan had obtained the inheritance of the ancient medicine sect. Just one glance was enough for him to understand Ou Lan's illness clearly. She was now in a state of apparent death before her actual demise, not truly dead yet.

He stepped forward and shoved Zhang Xiaoman aside. He took out a silver needle from his pocket, moving like lightning as he swiftly plunged a silver needle into Ou Lan's...

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